Being back in the dump again after
all my experiences travelling through Europe will be surreal. While I was away
listening to Mozart, eating fettuccine with basil and fresh tomatoes and viewing
God giving life to Adam at the Sistine Chapel. The people at the dump, dug in
garbage, ate rice with dried fish and used the field across from their lean-tos
as a toilet. While I experienced many wonders and many new things they saw dogs
fighting over dump bones and flies crawling on their children’s faces.
I need to get back into a zone
photographically and fast. I have a vision of what I want the photographs to
look like, now it is time to make those ideas a reality. It is one thing to
think of things, it is another to do them. To have the finished that finished
photograph in my fixer tray later when I return to Canada and then on a gallery
wall somewhere is the goal. I cannot allow the moments the families share with
me not to be captured visually. I owe them a debt that must be fulfilled.
